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"Do you have any idea the amount of trouble you could be in if you got caught with this?"
Sitting on the edge of Mira's bed, Celine looming over them as she held up her little baggy of weed, Zoey had initially felt like she was already in a ton of trouble. Like clearly she had already been caught, and honestly, sometimes she was more afraid of Celine than of the police. Celine didn't really get angry, she got disappointed. Celine could make being in trouble hurt. Right now, for whatever reason, it didn't really hurt that much. Zoey had no idea why. Celine was giving them quite the speech.
"Up to five years in prison! 50 million won in fines!", she was now reciting, pacing the length of Mira's room. "And that's just the legal consequences. Were you even thinking about your careers? Word of this gets out and Huntr/x is over." She stopped pacing by Mira's desk, putting the weed down with a slap of her palm against the table which rattled the lighter, some rolling paper and filter strips Zoey had also gotten. They should have really hidden those better but in their defence, Celine usually didn't go into their rooms. "Your image would be damaged forever, do you understand that?" She levelled a look at them that was… firm, but not upset. Like it was a genuine question.
"Y-yes, Celine", Mira blurted next to her, eyes wide as she stared at their mentor, probably feeling similarly conflicted about what was happening right now.
"It's all my fault Celine!", Zoey quickly added. Mira should not have to deal with the consequences of this a week before she turned twenty-one. "I bought the weed! It was just supposed the be a one time thing for Mira's birthday. I forgot that it's not legal here." Except for that last bit, this was all true.
By the way Celine raised an eyebrow at her, she knew it too. "You forgot?", she asked, clearly not believing her. She picked something up from the table and started fidgeting with it as she paced again, intermittently looking back at them as she spoke. "You're not in Cali anymore, Zoey. You should have known better. And you, Mira. I know you know better." Mira stiffened a bit at the words, lowering her eyes. Zoey couldn't, because she was pretty sure she was watching Celine rolling crutches right now. "I know you both know better because Rumi isn't here. Because you both know Rumi wouldn't approve, because Rumi actually knows better. Keeping her in the dark and lying to her? What were you thinking?" Celine sounded more upset about that detail than she did anything else so far, but the anger wasn't very pointed at them.
Returning to the desk, Celine reached for the weed and rolling paper next and… what the hell was Zoey looking at? Why were Celine's movements this smooth and practiced as she put together and rolled a perfect, narrow joint? Hell, Zoey wasn't that good at it and she'd rolled her fair share back in California.
"I trust you to be discreet", Celine continued to speak as she worked. "Now you haven't lost that trust. Yet." She looked up at them to give them a stern look at the word. "You're lucky I found this before anybody else did. But there need to be consequences for reckless behaviour like this."
For a brief moment, Zoey got worried again. Consequences usually weren't good. Then Celine gabbed one of the three joints she'd packed all the weed Zoey had gotten into (Zoey had only bought enough for about two) as well as the lighter and lit it, right then and there. And because Zoey had clearly entered some kind of mirror world, she then proceeded to lift the joint to her lips and puff it once, exhaling a languid lungful of smoke.
"Do you have any idea the stress I'm under, making sure you girls are set up for success?", Celine asked, gesturing with the joint ever so slightly. "You put all that in jeopardy by doing things like this and for what? Well, I suppose it's time you learned."
"Learned… what?", Zoey asked hesitantly, unable to take her eyes off her. That their mentor was apparently a stoner and looked really fucking hot, smoking?
Celine looked right at her then, making her gulp. "Your lesson", she said evenly, taking another hit from the joint and exhaling before walking over to Zoey and holding it out to her. "Go on."
Zoey looked wide-eyed between Celine's inscrutable face and the lit joint. "W-what?" What was happening right now?
Celine rolled her shoulders, as if slightly annoyed at her not getting it, but her voice was soft as she explained: "You are going to smoke these joints before anyone can catch you with them."
Zoey's eyes widened further. "All three?!" They were narrow joints, sure. But still.
Celine just shrugged. "I guess we'll see how much you can handle."
Zoey wasn't even sure she'd ever smoked one whole joint on her own in one go. She tended to just get a hit or two, get a nice buzz and then have a good time from there. She didn't smoke often enough for that to stop working for her. Celine looked inexplicably serious though, still holding out the joint expectantly and disobeying Celine had always bordered on impossible. Zoey swallowed, not even daring to glance at Mira to gauge what she thought of this as she accepted the joint. Celine did not break eye contact as Zoey took a drag. Zoey didn't either, becoming keenly aware that she was doing drugs right now in front of her mentor and bias. The way Celine just kept looking, weirdly attentive, sent prickles racing down her spine as the taste of cannabis filled her mouth and burned down into her lungs.
"Good", Celine said with a pleased smile as Zoey exhaled, Zoey feeling a bit shaky and it had nothing to do with the joint and everything with that smile. Was Celine already feeling it?, she wondered. Celine inclined her head to the side. "Mira next."
Looking to her left, Zoey found Mira staring wide eyed, exactly as confused and shocked as Zoey, if not more. Her eyes darted to the joint in Zoey's hand, but she didn't move to take it.
Celine tilted her head at her. "Nervous?", she asked, sounding slightly amused. "I thought you wanted this." The back of Zoey's brain was starting to tingle.
"I…", Mira began, eyes flicking up to Celine for a moment. Then she went back to staring at the joint, face finally hardening in a familiar, defiant determination. "Yeah", she said, carefully taking the joint from Zoey's hand. She held it a bit awkwardly, having never smoked anything in her life. This was exactly why Zoey had been so excited for her for this. The surveillance state of the Kang household had made sneaking even cigarettes impossible. Now that Mira was about to be an adult even by American standards, she deserved to live a little.
Mira didn't look at either of them as she seemed to put all her focus into getting this right. She was doing okay at first, but once the smoke hit her lungs she must have faltered at the unfamiliar sensation. She coughed, smoke drifting from her lips, her shoulders shaking. Zoey winced sympathetically as Mira kept hacking on the smoke, her eyes watering.
Celine was by her side in an instant. "You're okay. You're doing okay", she told her soothingly, one hand coming to rest on Mira's shoulder while the other plucked the joint out of her hand before she could drop it. She kept brushing a hand gently along Mira's back as she coughed for a moment longer, her breathing slowly evening out. "There you go", she said reassuringly as she stepped back a bit, letting Mira wipe her eyes.
For a moment all three of them just waited.
"Is that it?", Mira eventually asked, looking questioningly at Celine, then Zoey. "I don't really feel an–" She cut herself off as her eyes widened a bit, looking at nothing in particular. "Oh."
Zoey almost chuckled. She couldn't be feeling too much just yet, but that first wave hitting your brain could be a bit strange the first time she supposed. She herself was starting to feel a bit like her brain would lag behind if she moved. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. "Hmm, it's so floaty. At least I got good stuff." Nothing was sadder than a disappointing batch of weed.
"Don't be too proud of yourself", she heard Celine's voice, drawing her back into the room, at least for the most part. Celine was looking at her that way again. Like she was an unruly child that she was nonetheless charmed by. It made Zoey's skin prickle. "You'll have to explain yourself about how and where you got this soon enough." Then she took another drag, looking unfairly good doing it.
Her lips were puckered around the joint delicately as she inhaled deeply, her whole chest seeming to rise with her breath, and she held it for a moment before exhaling again. Zoey was transfixed by each detail of that process for an embarrassingly long moment. "You're taking awfully big hits from that", she couldn't help but point out, her own curiosity getting the better of her. Celine was literally the last person she would have ever suspected of being a stoner. Usually she was practically the antithesis of one.
Celine narrowed her eyes at her, but the amused tilt to her mouth stayed. "Oh, sorry Zoey", she said sweetly. "Did you want all three joints to yourself?"
"N-no, that's okay", Zoey stumbled over the words at the thought of smoking that much weed. She'd be a puddle or a mess or both.
Celine shrugged, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Well, since you're so eager. Here you go." Predictably, she held the joint out to Zoey again.
Now that they were in this, Zoey had less qualms about accepting it, taking another puff, noticing again how Celine watched her do it. Was she doing it well? Did Celine approve? God, why was Zoey thinking about that? Why would Celine care? She clearly did, but it was still baffling. It went down smoothly, spreading warmth through Zoey's body, the world seeming to tilt a bit more on its axis.
It was still good but boy was she starting to feel it, suddenly very aware of her body and her skin and her breathing. She knew she'd have to tap out at four at the latest. Somehow she'd have to tap out. Surely Celine wouldn't force them to keep going, would she? Why was the thought making her feel so hot? She was probably just feeling the climb. Yeah, it was that for sure. Her heart was going kind of strong too, so yeah. Definitely the THC.
Celine turned to Mira then. "How are you feeling, Mira?"
Mira seemed to have to think about that for a moment. "Light-headed", she finally said. "But not bad."
"Think you can handle a second?", Celine asked, smile gentle, but again, Zoey saw that glint to her eyes. It reminded her of training for some reason, but it was getting harder to focus on stuff like that. Celine was very distracting.
And Celine wasn't forcing them. Good. Or was it? Whatever. She was clearly encouraging Mira to go again, which was… weird and enticing in the weirdest way. Here was their mentor, meant to keep them on the right path, holding a joint right to Mira's lips and waiting for her to answer.
Mira smirked up at her. "Yes", she said, leaning forward and putting her mouth right on that joint, not taking it from Celine's fingers first and fuck– Zoey should have thought to do that. Maybe she could get another like that too? It seemed Mira still had something to prove, because she inhaled deep, handling it a lot better this time but still coughing a little when she was done. Her eyes were on Celine though, kind of looking like she was searching for that same approval Zoey had wanted earlier.
Mira got it. Celine raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled back the joint and said: "That was a tad ambitious. I'm impressed."
Celine said that, but Zoey couldn't help but notice that she was taking another drag from the joint herself, which brought her up to four already. Since they were small joints, that puff was the last on this first one, Celine putting out the roach on a coaster lying on the table. Zoey's heart was beating fast and she was pretty sure it was just the weed, but she eyed the remaining two joints warily with a strange sense of anxious but excited anticipation.
Next to her, Mira swayed a bit before apparently making a deliberate effort to pull herself together. She looked at Celine. "So, what now?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you just going to watch as we get high?" Zoey had to admit it was a bit strange but she knew she was about to really not give a shit.
"Well, clearly someone has to", Celine said, still fucking smirking. Was she looser than usual? Her stance, her shoulders? She had to be, right? She'd taken the first hit. Over the noise of her own thoughts, Zoey barely heard her keep talking: "Or you might do something else irresponsible. Although…" She trailed off momentarily before raising a finger. "One moment, I'll be right back." Then she turned and left the room with quick strides.
Zoey and Mira were left alone, a silence stretching between them that felt genuinely rubbery somehow. The moment it snapped together again, Zoey whirled to Mira with wide eyes. "Is this insane?", she asked her, feeling a bit dizzy. "I think this is kind of insane."
Mira blinked at her, looking astonished. "When you suggested this I never thought I'd be getting high for the first time under Celine's supervision", she almost hissed, not upset, just exasperated.
"I know!", Zoey said, just a bit of guilt making her reach out to grab Mira's hand. "I'm so sorry, Mira. I really fucked up!" She'd gotten them into this insane situation and she hadn't been brave enough to protest at any point, and she still kinda didn't want to but it should have been about Mira, who wasn't obsessed with Celine like she was.
"It's okay, it's fine", Mira quickly assured her. With a dubious glance towards the door she added: "She didn't seem too mad, right?"
Zoey shook her head. "No, not really. Just kind of stressed? And god knows she's about to not be anymore." It was kind of ridiculous: Celine, lying back, completely stoned. The image made laughter bubble up in her. A bit deliriously she thought: Here we fucking go!
Mira quickly joined in with just a light, relieved chuckle as she grabbed Zoey's shoulder and said: "Oh my fucking God." She shook her a bit in emphasis, making Zoey's brain wobble. "When she said the thing about our careers. I thought I was gonna piss my pants, fuck." More chuckles. "But then she lit the fucking thing–"
"I know, right!?", Zoey cut in, delight spacious in her chest. "She was rolling those joints like a veteran returned to war."
It really got Mira then, a surprised laugh bursting from her first before she dissolved into giggles.
"What?", Zoey asked, laughing along already even though she had no idea what was so funny. Mira just kept laughing. "What, Mira? Oh my god, what?"
Finally getting enough control of herself, Mira pressed out: "She is a veteran, Zoey."
"I mean, duh", Zoey said, rolling her eyes and flopping down onto the bed. Oh, that was fun, maybe she should do that again. "She smoked that shit like it's nothing." Just thinking about it was kind of still melting her brain.
"No, I mean literally, you goof!", Mira said, flipping down next to her and giving her shoulder a good shove as she laughed. "She used to hunt demons."
Now Zoey fucking got it, bursting into giggles herself about how dumb it was that she'd missed it. "Oh shit", she somehow managed to say. "I forgot about that."
That made both of them laugh more, so much it kinda hurt her stomach. God. This was so insane. She was fucking high and Celine knew about it and was coming back here any minute. Celine was a stoner. Or something, Zoey had no idea. Holy shit, that woman. "God, she's so hot", she mumbled out loud because the thought was too loud to stay in her head. It just kind of kept repeating, even as Zoey realised belatedly that Mira had obviously heard that.
For a second, Zoey's heart seized with panic. Then Mira said: "She totally fucking is."
Zoey looked at her. Mira looked back at Zoey. She looked high, they probably both did. A second later they were both reduced to writhing giggling again. It was hard to breathe, they were giggling so hard.
The door clicked open and Zoey tried to stop laughing and only kind of succeeded, turning her head to see a sideways Celine entering the room. She was carrying a bunch of plastic bags in one hand – chips and such, yum! – and two bottles of blue Gatorade in the other. Her eyes fell on them immediately and one of her eyebrows raised.
She looked between the two of them with that amused tilt still to her mouth. Zoey wanted to kiss it. (What? Who said that?) "Having a good time?"
"The best", Zoey said, unable to contain another bout of giggles. She stretched a hand straight up to gesture broadly. "As far as punishments go, I gotta say, this is really good. Or bad", she quickly corrected with another laugh. "Whichever will make you use it again, please." Oh god. Zoey's tongue was too loose on a good day. What was she about to say in front of Celine while high!? She had to lock in. She had to lock the fuck in.
"Don't speak too soon", Celine warned her, putting the bags down on the bed. "You'll learn your lesson one way or another." The dangerous tone didn't even register in Zoey's brain anymore.
"You say as you bring us snacks!", she instead exclaimed, rolling over to stretch her hands towards them. "You're literally the best, Celine. I like, love you." Fuck.
"I know", Celine said with a devastating smirk. "I'm your bias." The light drawl on that last word would have maybe put Zoey straight into a coma – if it hadn't been immediately followed by a giggle. Celine was giggling!
"You!", Zoey exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her with a delighted grin. "You're high!"
"You're high", Celine returned leisurely, but she was still fighting a laugh, so it didn't quite land.
"Because of youuuuu", Zoey howled before breaking into giggles herself again, curling around her aching stomach.
Celine shook her head, looking a bit exasperated. "No, you only have yourself to blame for this." Then she turned to Mira, holding out one of the bottles of Gatorade. "Thirsty?"
"Yeah", Mira said, sitting up a bit to reach out for it.
Celine smiled down at her as she pressed it into her hand. "Thought so. Here you go."
Mira flipped the cap on the bottle open and drank greedily. Zoey got distracted, watching the column of her neck move. Very pretty. Then her gaze drifted over to Celine watching intently again. Even prettier. Zoey was melting into the mattress.
"I'm feeling kind of hot", Mira said when she was done drinking. Clearing her throat she asked: "Are you guys hot?"
"Um, yeah we are", Zoey immediately replied, laughing the second she got out the joke.
"Oh my god, Zoeyyy", Mira complained with a groan, shoving her shoulder again. "You're the worst, you know what I mean." Mira was sounding whiny, which made Zoey laugh harder.
Celine took a step towards them, immediately making Zoey's giggles dry up staring up at her. If Celine noticed she didn't remark on it, her eyes on Mira. "You are looking a bit flushed, but that's normal. THC can widen your blood vessels."
"Uh-huh", Mira mumbled with a nod, laying back down on the bed. Her voice sounded a bit loopy. "I think I can hear it. And my heart is going crazy."
"Also normal", Celine supplied like a weird how-to-get-stoned textbook. "Your perception of your body will be changing as well right about now. It's probably more intense than usual."
Mira chuckled with an eager grin. "Sick."
Celine hummed in consideration at that, tilting her head. Zoey was hypnotized, especially as Celine's voice came out so soft and smooth. "It can feel good. For a chemical to take over your brain. Your body." The words tingled along Zoey's spine. "I guess you better enjoy it."
Mira turned her head towards Celine at that, and Zoey couldn't for the life of her look at her, but she sounded a bit wary as she asked: "Why, what are you going to do?"
"Just what I said I was going to", Celine said simply, smiling down at her again. "By tonight these joints will be gone, so enjoy them while they last."
Mira laughed, uncontrolled and almost harsh. "Why does this feel like a trap?"
"Feeling paranoid?", Celine asked, chuckling, but her expression was still so soft. Zoey almost reached out for it. "It's not a trap. I'll take care of you while you're like this, you don't have to worry about a thing. But only for tonight." Her smile changed then, turning a bit mischievous. "By the end of which, I hope you'll have learned your lesson."
And yeah. Sure. Zoey hoped that too, whatever the fuck it meant. If Celine was smiling like that, if Celine wanted it, then sure. This was fucking awesome either way. Now where were those snacks, Zoey was starting to feel a bit hungry.
Being high was… weird.
It didn't help that Celine was being weird too. The moment Mira had seen Celine waiting in her room with her arms crossed she'd known she was in deep shit. Of course she'd known cannabis was illegal. Of course she knew the potential consequences. She'd just wanted… she'd just wanted to try it. Just once. When Zoey had suggested it… it was such a thrill. Her whole life was defined by rebellion, and yet this had felt like a step further. Not just breaking her parents' rules but also breaking the law.
She knew it was a big deal, which was exactly what had made it so enticing and Celine's discovery so terrifying. But now they were here. Celine had rolled them three joints and Mira supposed they were going to smoke them all eventually. And she already felt so weird. Not bad weird, just… weird. The giggling had been… inexplicable but completely uncontrollable. It had just all felt like the funniest shit in the world in that moment. She felt like she was floating, maybe drifting. And she was so hot. And still giggly. She didn't exactly feel unlike herself, but kind of like a version of herself with several layers stripped away. Walls down. It was a little scary that she couldn't for the life of her pull them back up.
Celine had perched herself on Mira's desk chair, half-watching them, half on her phone, her legs crossed. Zoey had quickly started distracting Mira from her presence, excited about getting high together, wanting her to explain what she was feeling and dragging her to her feet to dance when Mira was foolish enough to wonder out loud what that would feel like right now. Turns out: kind of hard. Her body was a different shape, somehow, and the floor was moving and her limbs were too light and the whole flailing about was too funny to do for long before collapsing back into giggles. God, Mira felt– well, high. And actually it was really, really fun. Whatever lesson she was supposed to learn wasn't clicking just yet, she had to assume.
Zoey had opened a bag of chips because she had "the munchies", apparently, and Mira finished the bottle of Gatorade, her mouth still feeling dry after. That part was annoying, but Celine assured her again that it was normal and sue her for being really comforted by that. The thought of getting high for the first time had been… kind of daunting, embarrassing as that was to admit. Knowing she was okay, knowing Celine was there to make sure of it was… nice.
It was a little – okay maybe actually a lot – weird that Celine had smoked too, but it wasn't like that fact was showing as far as Mira could tell right now. "Come on, Celine", Mira eventually demanded, too curious not to. "How fucking high is your tolerance?" Mira wasn't sure she'd ever sworn in front of Celine but her tongue was kind of doing its own thing at this point.
Celine looked past her phone to raise and eyebrow at her. "Higher than yours, clearly", she just said.
Mira rolled her eyes, the motion making her whole body sway. "Yeah, but like. Why?"
"How?", Zoey asked as well, even more baffled. She was lying flat on the bed again, head hanging over the end of it. Mira was getting dizzy jut looking at her.
Celine didn't answer. Typical. "Actually I don't even care", Mira went on to muse, considering all she knew about Celine. Today was so fucking weird for her but of course this stayed the same. "Of course you're still all controlled and stoic. I don't know why I expected anything else. You're sooo perfect." She tipped her head back saying it, giggling. Her head was like a little cloud. Weightless and full of water. Slosh-slosh. "Great punishment", she remarked with a smirk. "Really learning my lesson over here."
"Careful", Celine told her without looking up from her phone. "There are still two joints left."
And that wouldn't do at all, would it? Mira wasn't sure why, but she wanted Celine's full attention. It made sense that Mira's head felt light, because all her impulse control had to have left it for her to level a stare at Celine and say: "Bring it, unnie."
"Ohoho", Zoey laughed, raising her head to grin at her. "What is wrong with you, Mira!?" She bit her lip in excitement before whispering: "I love it."
Raising her eyes to them again slowly, Celine finally put down her phone. "Okay", she said, uncrossing her legs with a grace that was entirely unfair. She grabbed a joint and the lighter before she stood up. "Next one it is."
Mira knew she had asked for this, but that didn't stop her mind from swimming as Celine approached, her heartbeat so loud in her head. The heat was getting uncomfortable but her eyes stayed pinned on Celine as she sat down on the edge of the bed, only an arm's length away from Mira. She flicked the lighter on and the rolling paper ignited with a soft hiss, the fresh smell of weed quickly filling Mira's nose.
"Here you go", Celine said, holding it out to her, with the filter facing herself this time – no chance Mira could just take a hit without getting the joint into her own hands first. Typical of Celine to make it a challenge. Everything in Mira's field of vision seemed to be moving independently, her own hand only vaguely under her control if she focused on it, so it wasn't the easiest task. Certainly not impossible, but Celine noticed even just a moment of struggle. "Having a bit of trouble with that?", she asked in a way that sent fire down Mira's spine. Slightly mocking but with a fondness that was so unfamiliar to Mira it was dizzying. "Need help?"
"And what if I do?", Mira asked, half serious, half just wondering how Celine would react. Maybe more than half serious. Her usual instinct was to bristle and push through, to prove herself, but she couldn't muster the energy. Her walls were so down. The thought of getting help was nice. Taking a hit as Celine held the joint had been fun in a way Mira couldn't articulate. Celine was so close, had she ever been this close to them before? Why not? It felt nice.
"Then I'll help", Celine said with that fond little smile. Dangerous. Something about it dimly registered as dangerous but Mira didn't have the wherewithal to care. "Open up."
By the time Mira registered what the hell that was supposed to mean, Celine was already taking a deep breath, the joint at her lips with one hand and reaching out for Mira's jaw with the other. She brushed her thumb along the side of it gently, her touch encouraging Mira to part her lips and open her mouth. Then Celine's mouth was on hers, lips brushing her lips and her breath was hot as she exhaled smoke right onto Mira's tongue.
Mira nearly forgot to breathe in. Only by some miracle of needing to do it to live did she finally manage to breathe in through her mouth, getting the smoke into her own lungs. Celine's smoke. Mira's brain was still rotating around that fact, a giggle stuck in her chest about it that just wouldn't quite surface. Mira thought she could feel herself burning.
"Hm", Celine hummed so close in front of her. "That was much easier for you, wasn't it? Glad I could help."
Those words were like a puzzle again, taking a moment to reach her awareness while their pleased cadence brushed against her ears. Right, Mira hadn't coughed at all, had she? She felt stupidly happy about that. Proud and grateful at the same time. She wanted Celine to help her more. Her brain wobbled as this new dose prickled at the edges of it.
"Here, Zoey", Celine was saying, holding out the joint to Zoey, who– who must have sat up at some point in the past minute. She was staring quite openly, her mouth agape.
"What if I need help too?", she managed to ask after closing and opening her mouth a few times and licking her lips.
Celine tilted her head at her. "You don't", she just said, still sounding pleasant, but a bit chiding. Mira's heart trembled and the heat was just relentless, concentrating between her legs. She tried moving them apart a bit only for that to not help at all.
Zoey grumbled, but finally took the joint from Celine, weed fizzling as she inhaled. Her exhaled cloud of smoke was almost a huff of protest and Mira couldn't help but giggle a bit. Petulant Zoey was so cute. She was usually better about it around Celine, but not today it seemed. She handed the joint back with a pout.
"I can't imagine having any more fun at this point", Mira said, not sure if she meant it sarcastically or not. She closed her eyes a bit and shifted on the bed to get to a cooler spot on the sheets. She would be tugging at her clothes, but she was already only wearing just a top and knee-length skirt.
"Still feeling hot?", Celine asked, observant as ever, and it sent a shiver through her. Very pleasant with this heat, but only a brief reprieve. Maybe if she asked Celine to keep looking at her… no, she was just feeling more hot. And… not itchy, but something like it. There was a word for this, she just couldn't think of it right now.
"Yeah", she just answered Celine with a nod instead of continuing to think about it, her voice coming out more whiny than she meant for it too. She couldn't help it.
A soft hand touched down on her shoulder and Mira shivered, feeling that hand with every brain cell available. She opened her eyes to find Celine looking at her reassuringly. "You're okay", she told her.
It wasn't a question, but Mira couldn't think of anything else to do than nodding and saying: "Yeah", again. She felt steadier for it, if no less hot.
"Another?", Celine asked her, raising the joint to her lips. She didn't really wait before grabbing Mira's chin again, which went slack all on its own this time. She held perfectly still as Celine fed her another hit, but was better about actually breathing it in right away, the warmth of her spreading down into her lungs.
Mira whimpered at the sensation. She wasn't sure she'd ever whimpered before but it felt kind of good. Out of her control. Like the giggling. And the smoking if Celine did it for her. She instinctively pulled her knees together, thighs rubbing, and heat poured out from between her legs.
"Are you okay?", Celine asked then, the real concern in her expression sending a shiver through Mira again. To know she cared was nice but she didn't want to worry her, she didn't want Celine to have to be worried. She wanted Celine to be smiling again.
"Yeah, I'm fine", Mira quickly said, almost getting distracted shaking her head. She squirmed a bit as she added: "Just… hot." She rubbed her thighs together again and like scratching an itch, it helped for a second before it just made it worse.
Celine noticed the motion and Mira couldn't quite explain to herself why she was embarrassed but she was, especially as Celine's expression softened, her eyebrows going up just a bit in apparent realisation. "Oh", she said, putting one of her hands on Mira's knees, nearly making her tremble as her focus was pulled there, so close to the center of the heat, mercilessly. "Poor thing. I guess Zoey didn't warn you."
"Didn't warn her of what?", Zoey asked, an uncertain tremble to her voice.
"The heightened libido", Celine told her with a stern look.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. It finally clicked in Mira's brain what was happening. The fucking heat, oh god. She still couldn't think of the word, but she understood now, and she was mortified, even as she was still getting hotter. Celine's hand, still on her knee, burned and Mira was torn between pulling away and reaching out for more. She stayed perfectly still instead. Maybe if she just stayed perfectly still the pounding between her legs would go away.
"Oh shit", Zoey was saying, distantly at the edge of Mira's awareness. "I don't really get that. Sorry." She sounded genuinely distraught.
Celine clicked her tongue. "Silly girl. Well, it's too late now."
Too late. Mira was already high, already staring down at Celine's slender fingers and wondering how they would taste for some reason. Was she hungry? Her mouth was still so dry. She had to stop thinking about that damned heat. Wrenching her eyes away from Celine's hand, Mira managed to look at Zoey instead, giving her a shaky smile. "It's okay, Zoey. M'fine." She wasn't, but they didn't need to know that. Her face was basically on fire. "It's a little embarrassing." Why was it only happening to her?
Celine patted her knee in a way that was probably meant to be reassuring. "You don't have to be embarrassed", she told her, gentle again. Fond. It made Mira relax a bit unwittingly. "You can only choose to take the drug, not control how the drug affects you. That's why I'm here. I'm here to make sure you're okay while you learn." Oh god, why did she say it like that? Was she saying it all intense or was Mira just imagining that?
At least Celine finally lifted her hand away from Mira's knee then, which freed up some thinking capacity. Not that Mira used it for anything useful. No, Mira just watched, transfixed, as Celine put the half-smoked joint out against the lighter, putting both in her back pocket. Somewhere next to her she heard Zoey hum. Or was it a whimper? It didn't matter, because in the next moment, Zoey was shaking her head, laying down again and stretching across the bed to grab Mira's wrist.
"You really don't have to be embarrassed, Mira", she chirped, tugging Mira out of her seated position. Laying down was easier, so she did, realising too late that now Celine towered over her again. She barely heard Zoey as she kept talking: "Everyone gets stupid when high, that's the point. Just enjoy it." Zoey was kicking her feet, still excited.
"A little hard to enjoy it", Mira grumbled even as she laughed. She just had to get her mind off it. She put all her focus on Zoey, ignoring how Celine still watched, always watched. "But thanks. Silly girl", she teased with another giggle.
"Oh my god, staaap", Zoey complained, also laughing as she shoved a hand in Mira's face. She smelled like weed. Everything smelled like weed. "You don't say it right. I don't think anyone could ever say it like Celine does." Zoey's voice had taken on a dreamy quality and dimly the coherence sitting vaguely isolated at the back of Mira's mind noted that they were both completely hopeless. They were so screwed. Inevitably her attention was pulled back to Celine, still sitting at the foot of the bed, now raising an eyebrow at Zoey.
Zoey, it seemed, was beyond embarrassment as she threw a hand out in exasperation at her. "Wha-at? Shut up. I'm literally right! Why are you being so mean to me!?" She pouted at Celine, her eyes wide and almost accusing.
Celine chuckled. "I'm not being mean, not really", she said with a shrug. Her expression got a bit more intense but no less smiling as she added: "You are being punished right now, Zoey."
"But Mira gets you all gentle!", Zoey complained.
Mira wished Zoey hadn't dragged her back into this conversation. Already the expression on Celine's face was doing things to her, and it wasn't even directed at her. Her mind felt so narrow that there was nowhere to escape from the feeling that 'Mira gets you all gentle' was making course through her.
"Mira has different lessons to learn", Celine just said with the briefest glance over at her and Mira's brain completely shut down for the duration of Celine's attention. "And anyway, I don't think you want me gentle. I saw how you watched me put out that joint."
She did? Did she see Mira do it too? Had Mira been doing it differently? Had she been doing it right? Oh god, why was there a right way to watch someone put out a joint? She wanted to do it right. Why did she want to do it right? Celine's fingers were just so hard to look away from. She shifted her legs fruitlessly. The heat was getting unbearable.
"Not fair!", Zoey protested after a moment of sputtering. "I'm high! You cannot blame me for how I look at things while I'm high! I just– I wanted another hit, like Mira!"
Celine seemed to consider that for a moment. "Maybe if you're good", she said.
"How can I be good??", Zoey asked desperately and Mira almost echoed the sentiment.
"Start by not whining", Celine told her with a slight chuckle again. Mean but fond, always fond. Prickles up and down Mira's spine.
Zoey grabbed the nearest pillow, shoved her face into it and groaned in frustration. The sound made Mira tense up, curling inward just a bit as she barely managed not to groan herself, biting the inside of her cheek. She had to focus, she just had to think about anything else. Anything. But there didn't seem to exist a world outside of the need burning inside her anymore.
"Mira?", Celine asked, gentle and concerned, making Mira realise that she'd closed her eyes.
She didn't open them again. Too risky. "I'm fine", she said. It came out faint and unconvincing. She tried again: "I'm fine." She was just hot and it was starting to scare her a bit how little she could do about it, how inescapable it seemed. But above all it was embarrassing, and Celine was watching and caring and it was all. So. Much. And completely out of her control.
She didn't even hear Celine move before there were gentle fingers on her chin, turning her face up. Entirely against her will and better judgement she opened her eyes to find Celine's looking down at her, dark and heavy and hot. It was hard for Mira to breathe as she saw those eyes on her like that and part of her panicked more while another, larger part, relaxed into the warmth of her touch.
"You're not fine", Celine said, gentle but stern now, and all Mira could do was blink at her, somehow both embarrassed and grateful. "Do you have lube?"
Mira's stomach fluttered as the words registered, but they didn't really make any sense. Why did Celine want to know that? She couldn't process anything anymore. "W-what?"
Celine smiled, brushing her thumb soothingly along her cheek. "Just answer the question, Mira. It's okay."
The reassurance sent calm spreading through her, a reminder that it was okay. Her mentor would take care of her. "Yes", Mira said, trying to gesture at the bedside table, having no idea if she was succeeding. "Bottom drawer."
The moment Celine got up from the bed and stepped away it felt a little like she'd disappeared altogether, Mira's perception not extending far enough away from herself to keep her attention on her. It was a bit unsettling that she was gone, Mira wanted her to come back. She was going to come back, right?
"What is happening right now?", a voice said, and Mira remembered Zoey next to her.
She turned her head to look at her. Zoey was laying on her stomach and had her head propped up on a pillow, looking zoned out as fuck. "I– I don't know", Mira just said because she really had no idea. All she knew was the heat. At least she finally remembered that word then, squirming unhappily. "I'm so fucking horny."
Zoey shuffled closer then and before Mira knew it, soft lips were pressed to her own. She gasped, not having expected it, and fresh heat trickled down to her crotch, making her squirm some more. Then Zoey pulled back, eyes wide and distant. "S-sorry, that was– supposed to be an inside thought", she mumbled.
She didn't move back any further – Mira thought that maybe she couldn't, with how awkwardly she was hovering above her – and her breath was hot against Mira's face. She still smelled like weed but also BBQ chips and she still looked like Zoey but like… gone – high, or whatever – and reality ceased mattering all of a sudden. There was only right now, right here. Not Zoey and Mira but heat and heat.
Mira reached up and pulled her face close to kiss her again, deeper, needy. The kiss was sloppy, enthusiastic but uncoordinated from both sides, tongues slipping against each other, saliva dripping. It made Mira's pussy throb and she whined into Zoey's mouth, bucking her hips into the air, too out of it to find something to hump against, too needy to stop. Fuuuck, she was so horny, so, so horny she needed relief so desperately but there just wasn't a way to find it. She needed… she needed–
"Now, now", a soft but firm voice said behind her and Mira almost moaned as she remembered. Celine was here. "I don't think you're going to get very far like that", she said, almost pitying. Mira pulled away from Zoey and whined. She didn't know what else to do. Celine chuckled and Mira burned. "It's okay, Mira", Celine reassured her again and Mira melted. A gentle hand once again came to rest on her cheek, helping her look at Celine's face as she asked: "Do you want me to help you?"
"Yes", Mira breathed the second she found her tongue. "Yes, please, Celine. Yes. I–" Mira was scrambling around, feeling like she was just swimming in these sheets, not actually moving an inch and frustration burned along her desire. She didn't know how Celine was going to help but she knew that she needed it.
Steady hands caught her, grabbing her under her armpits and pulling her up towards the headboard. Instead of being set down against a pillow though, her back suddenly leaned against a warm, soft body. She hesitated, a bit tense as she felt Celine's chest press into her back.
"It's alright", Celine soothed, brushed a cool hand against Mira's burning forehead. "Just lean back. I've got you."
Almost against her will, Mira did. Feeling boneless and desperate, she melted against Celine's body, her hand accidentally brushing one of the muscled thighs that now framed her. She didn't have the presence of mind to care, keeping her hand there, loose and useless. Moving took too much effort, thinking was so hard. All she could do was lean back and trust that Celine would take care of her, would help her like she promised. Mira needed– wanted her help, and being surrounded by her softness felt so good.
She heard a click, like a bottle being opened, and then a squeeze. The lube, she remembered dimly. Then those pretty fingers she admired so much were brushing along her thigh, making her shiver as Celine hiked up her skirt, exposing her panties. "Spread wider for me", Celine whispered in her ear and Mira's core fluttered. Whining softly she put all her power into obeying, being good for her mentor, slowly opening her legs until they hit where Celine's legs framed her. "Good girl", Celine told her and Mira briefly lost herself to bliss.
One of Celine's hands tugged at the top of Mira's panties and Mira could feel the fabric pull away from her, leaving her cold and exposed, but not for long. Celine's other hand slipped into the gap between fabric and skin and then smooth, slick warmth touched down on Mira's need.
Mira moaned as Celine's fingers brushed firmly over her clit, sliding down to her pussy lips and dipping gently into her folds. She just slid up and down there for a moment, making Mira sigh and moan with each motion as Mira finally got relief, as the heat was no less intense but finally satisfied, finally had an outlet, a direction. Head lolling back against Celine's shoulder, Mira didn't have the awareness or ability to do anything but feel the older woman's skilled fingers touch her, the contact so intense. The rest of her body ceased to matter as every scrap of attention she had went to her pussy and how it was being caressed. Caring and firm, her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her at every press, every stroke.
Her pussy yearned for those long fingers but she couldn't find her tongue to voice that yearning, was reduced to whimpers and moans. She managed a few needy rocks against Celine's hand before her strength left her again, shuddering pleasantly at the sensation of capitulation. She was Celine's to take care of, fully, utterly. Celine knew what was good for her, would know what she needed. Mira believed it – she had to, there was no alternative.
A moment later, Celine's hand slipped lower, a single finger pushing deep into Mira's hole. Mira thought she was probably moaning, but she wasn't listening to herself anymore, her own desperate breaths and whines fading into steady background noise. Instead she focused on where she clenched around Celine, this welcome intrusion that wasn't quite enough yet.
As if agreeing, Celine soon slipped in a second finger and Mira clenched around her harder, feeling gratitude filling her chest as Celine moved, pumping steadily into her. She left her clit alone, her palm only brushing it incidentally on occasion but Mira thought that was okay. She was so sensitive, anyway, her pleasure was so, so loud, it was all she could conceive of. She didn't want it to end, maybe ever. Finally, all discomfort was gone and there was only the bliss of Celine's care.
Thank you, she wanted to say. She had no idea if she managed.
Finding that weed in Mira's room, Celine's immediate first feeling had been a ridiculous blossoming of pride. Pride at Mira for acting out, acting of her own will, experimenting and coming into her own. When Mira had first come under her care she'd been superficially abrasive, but under all the bluster she'd been so insecure and afraid. Celine couldn't deny that she also felt some pride at herself for having provided a space in which Mira finally felt save enough to do something like this.
But that was an unacceptable reaction to have, so she hid it behind a more appropriate lecture. This was risky and foolish and they had to be aware of that. It was Celine's job to make sure they were safe. And so that was exactly what she did. She had no desire to ruin their fun, so they were going to get high, but Celine would be there so they could be safe.
The requirement of smoking it all was mostly dramatics. She didn't exactly want them greening out and she would just smoke the rest herself if they couldn't. But if they were already doing this, she couldn't help but fall into her mentoring habits – pushing them to their limits. Watching them climb and being there in case they fall. She hadn't expected to need to catch them like this.
Of course she was prepared for Zoey's flirting. The girl was good at keeping it under wraps, but her admiration – perhaps even infatuation – had never been a secret. Celine had known being high would loosen the reins on that some, and she had been prepared for it. She'd even been prepared for her own inhibitions to slip. Even with her tolerance, there was bound to be some uncontrolled giggling and a more… personal care of them than she usually allowed herself. She'd figured it would be best to do it anyway, to put them at ease. Perhaps she had also just wanted to partake, though she would of course deny that.
What she had not expected was Mira. Mira with her walls down was… sweet. Softer than Zoey's childish but endearing petulance, she was just… trusting and dependent in a way that had short-circuited something in Celine's brain. Something risky, something dangerous. But just like Celine had told them… it was too late now. She couldn't control what the drug made herself or them feel or what it made them do. Of course she still had a responsibility to control what it made her do, she had practice and they relied on her. She couldn't fail them.
And then suddenly Mira had been suffering. She couldn't have that. She couldn't have that at all.
The solution has been obvious and simple to her when she grabbed the lube from Mira's drawer, trying not to look at the other sex toys it was lying amongst as she did. She didn't look through the girls' things, that wasn't a right she had, she respected their privacy. Finding the weed had been lucky contrivance, Rumi having asked her to check if Mira remembered to bring her jacket, and the bag of cannabis had just been sitting on the table. It was honestly both shameful and delightful how they hadn't bothered to hide. Almost like they wanted to be caught.
Turning back to the bed to find Mira and Zoey kissing, Celine had just watched for a moment. Waiting to see if her interference wasn't needed after all. But neither girl was very present, Zoey basically melting against Mira and Mira desperately humping the air and obviously finding no relief that way. It was cute, but… no, this wouldn't do, she'd had to help her. It was her fault Mira was so needy and high in the first place, it was the least she could do.
Holding Mira against herself, her hand slick with a generous amount of lube so that the THC's drying out effect wouldn't cause discomfort, Celine helped. Placed between Celine's own legs and leaning against her right shoulder, Mira was a barrier to her own body and any bad ideas Celine might have about it. At the same time, it granted her perfect access to Mira's once her legs were nice and spread for her. Her constant vocalisations – moans and whines and sighs – were fairly clear, but even without them Celine knew Mira had to be feeling amazing right now. Weed heightened physical senses and if her libido was also affected there was no better high than this.
Moving her fingers gently in and out, in and out, rocking into her steadily, Celine savoured her pleasure. There was no rush, the weed's effects would still last for a while and what if coming didn't make it better? No, Celine would just gently keep Mira stimulated, keep her comfortable and enjoying herself. It was the least she deserved. Celine was so proud of her.
Especially as Mira managed to mumble: "Thank you", between moans. Those small, breathy words filled Celine with a joy that she hesitated to examine. Not now.
"You're welcome, sweet girl", she whispered in Mira's ear, truly happy to be able to help when she needed it so desperately.
She couldn't forget though, that Mira wasn't the only one who needed her. Careful to keep her motions steady, Celine split her focus, looking further down the bed where Zoey laid watching, on her stomach and face half buried in the pillow she was hugging. Her eyes were slightly unfocused but absolutely pinned to them. When unrestrained like this, Zoey seemed to swing back and forth between being entirely elsewhere, okay to be left alone, or energetic and craving attention. Though Celine had gotten the sense that going unrewarded for her antics wasn't entirely unwelcome, so long as she didn't go ignored. Honestly, they were both preciously needy.
"Do you want to be a good girl now, Zoey?", Celine asked her sweetly, immediately getting her attention. She smiled since she could have sworn she could see Zoey's pupils dilate as she nodded frantically. "Come on up and give Mira another kiss." Variety for Mira and a task for Zoey, Celine slowed down her fingering Mira to supervise. Mira whined a bit, but didn't protest further as Celine traced soothing circles on her thigh with her free hand.
Zoey wobbled a bit as she crawled over, but what she lacked in coordination she made up for with enthusiasm. Clambering up Mira's body she pressed her mouth to Mira's neck, making Mira shiver in Celine's arms. Celine held her steady, watching with careful attention as Zoey lapped at Mira's sensitive skin. She looked to be enjoying herself, not bothering to move further up. Possibly that was for the best because this way Celine could keep listening to Mira's wonderful little huffs and hums.
She didn't seem unhappy about the change of pace, but just to be sure, Celine wanted to check in. Especially as Zoey started sucking on her neck, making her whine in a way Celine could only guess was positive. "Is that good?", she asked Mira, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently.
"M-hmm", Mira hummed, her eyes closed, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. "Thirsty."
"Yeah you are", Zoey whispered, chuckling.
Celine couldn't help but chuckle along. The girl was funny, what could she do? "Zoey."
Zoey leaned bonelessly across Mira to look at her with big, eager eyes. "Yes?"
"Get her the bottle", Celine commanded with an even tone, nodding at where the second bottle of sports drink was lying on the bed.
Zoey nodded. "Okay." The task clearly required a lot of focus and Celine watched her make her way sluggishly across the bed with a smile. Working so hard, such a good girl for her. On her hand, Mira shifted a bit needily and she shushed her, gently curling her fingers inside her to get her nice and satisfied again, but only a little. She needed the presence of mind to drink in a moment.
Once Zoey was back with the bottle, Celine had her carefully lifting it to Mira's lips and told her to drink. Mira did, humming contently. So good, the both of them. They deserved a reward, didn't they? Zoey was setting the bottle aside with deliberate care as Celine again asked for her attention. "Zoey", she said, shifting to the left, slightly. "Be a dear and get the joint and lighter out of my pocket."
Not having anticipated this, they were in Celine's right back-pocket and her right hand was rather occupied at the moment. She didn't want to interrupt Mira's care, and she figured Zoey would enjoy this task. The girl's expression as she realised where she would have to touch to get the items practically confirmed that thought. A little treat for her, Celine supposed, unable to deny that it would also be a treat for herself.
"Yes, Celine", Zoey said breathlessly as she reached around her, only to pause at the daunting task of getting two small objects out of someone else's back-pocket while stoned. She fumbled clumsily with both hands, just making things harder for herself in her attempts to not touch Celine too much. Celine was torn between telling her that she could and continuing to enjoy her struggling.
She settled for telling her: "It's okay. Take your time", and smiling when the words made Zoey look up at her. Nodding and newly determined, Zoey finally managed to get her hand into the pocket, brushing over Celine's backside as her fingers curled around her spoils. "The joint", Celine prompted her once she had them fully out, holding out her left hand for it. Zoey gave it to her, prompting another smile. "Good girl. Do you want your reward?"
Zoey's eyes widened, her mouth falling open, like she hadn't realised the task came with a reward. Apparently speechless, she nodded eagerly instead.
Celine couldn't let her get away with that. "Speak up", she told her firmly.
Sputtering a bit at first, Zoey finally brought out a slightly whiny: "Yes, please", pouting just a bit, her cheeks a lovely shade of red.
Celine chuckled, holding up the joint. "Light it for me."
Struggling with the striker for a moment, Zoey got the lighter going and did as she was told. Celine nodded approvingly, then gestured for her to get closer. Zoey scrambled around Mira, so eager and ready. Keeping one hand constantly on Mira was making it all a bit more difficult for Celine, but it was worth it. She had enough experience handling a joint not to drop it even as she took a good, long drag, then reached for Zoey's jaw and beckoned her even closer. Zoey was making it easy for her, leaning in more than willingly, already opening her mouth against Celine's. She shotgunned the puff well, pulling smoke-filled air into her lungs.
Once that was done, she did not move back again though. Leaning further against the shoulder Celine wasn't holding Mira against, she pressed her mouth fully to Celine's, stealing a kiss. She was clearly very focused, less sloppy than she had been with Mira, though louder, moaning against Celine's mouth like it tasted of bliss.
Celine let her go on, deeming it cruel not to. She was not exactly encouraging the kiss but indulging her by moving along just a bit, staying malleable under her lips. She was curious how long Zoey would keep this up for and charmed by her efforts. She tasted faintly of the chips she'd eaten and like something intoxicatingly prohibited. If her tongue chased that taste just a little, Zoey would surely forgive her for it.
Zoey had to stop for breath eventually, and Celine gently pushed her back with the side of her palm when she did. She had an eyebrow raised at her and clicked her tongue, enjoying Zoey's undone expression immensely. "Silly girl. You want another that badly? Alright then." And without waiting for a reply, she took another hit and shotgunned it before Zoey could object.
Not that Celine had thought she would: the girl inhaled quickly and happily, shuddering and collapsing against her a bit as the new wave of drugs entered her system. Celine helped her lay down with her head on her and Mira's thighs and left her to feel and enjoy it a bit.
Then she returned her attention to Mira. Her fingers were still pressing leisurely against the inside of Mira's walls, but her focus had admittedly drifted a bit, her movements lessening. Mira had quieted down in response, but wasn't complaining, her breathing deep and even. That was a good sign, Celine was glad. Taking up her efforts again, she went back to slow in and out movements, making Mira hum appreciatively at first, then moan when she got faster.
"Mira, dear", she asked her sweetly. "How are you doing?"
Mira's gaze drifted half-vacant to Celine's face. It took a moment for her mouth to move to form words. "G-good, I'm– g–" She was cut off by a moan, which maybe should have been answer enough, but it was nice to see her try to speak.
"Still able to talk", Celine remarked, proud, despite what she was about to do. "But just barely." As good as it was of her, it had to be rectified. "Come here." She was so pliant. Celine had no idea if she wanted another hit but in that moment it didn't matter. Celine wanted her to have one so she was getting one and didn't resist as Celine tipped her head up to give it to her. Once Mira had inhaled, Celine briefly pressed her palm against her clit as a reward, smoke floating from Mira's next, desperate moan. Maybe she'd need release soon. But Celine was having so much fun with her.
Hearing an additional soft smacking sound that Celine's fingers were not responsible for, Celine found Zoey pressing her lips to Mira's thigh. "What are you up to, Zoey?", she asked, nudging the girl's head gently with her own leg.
Zoey grumbled at the nudge, keeping her head pressed against her anyway in protest. "So soft", she mumbled. "Can I touch?"
Celine couldn't help but notice that she was already touching, but she let her get away with it because she was thoroughly pleased with everything else at the moment. Zoey asking for permission, even belatedly, had the sweetest taste to it.
"You don't mind, do you, Mira?", Celine asked the other girl in her arms, not having slowed her ministrations at her pussy. She couldn't be sure because of the lube, but she thought Mira had gotten naturally more wet by now too, despite the dehydration. Either way, fucking her had a very pleasant sound and feel to it, especially when she constantly went back and forth between clenching around her and going completely limp and loose, soft and malleable.
Mira's mouth opened as if to answer, but all that came out were huffs and moans. "Hnnn~ Ha-haaa~" Eyes looking up at Celine both unfocused and desperate, she shook her head just a bit, finally properly speechless. Perfect. So perfect.
"Go on then", Celine told Zoey. "Enjoy." And so she did, lips trailing over Mira's skin.
Her kisses were lazy and entirely self-indulgent. Celine wasn't sure Zoey even knew she was kissing Mira. Mira certainly knew she was being kissed, especially as Zoey moved further inward, where Mira was especially sensitive. Celine leaned back, enjoying the backdrop of pleasured sounds and the feeling of Mira and Zoey pressed against her, wonderfully in her care. She took a small puff from the joint just for herself then.
Her mind tingling, sinking into the euphoria of it all further, she figured it was time to finally let Mira finish. She deliberated for a moment how best to do it, torn between using her clit again and not wanting to leave her empty. Experimentally she slipped her fingers out further than she had been, leaving a wonderful mess in her wake, and prodded at Mira's clit. The moment she did, Mira jerked, a louder moan wrenched from her lips and fuck– that sound was heady.
Mira's clit was plump under her fingertips and it abruptly didn't matter to Celine anymore if not being filled caused any discomfort. Let it. Let Mira whine for her fingers back deep inside her. Celine had found a new toy to play with, tugging and circling at her leisure as it made Mira sing for her. Swollen as it was, it would probably still take a bit for Mira to come from this stimulation and Celine savoured every second, moaning a bit herself as she finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She held on tight to Mira to feel every shiver, every breath, free hand going to her neck. Not to press, just to feel, just to enjoy how good she was being, how loud, how needy. She could enjoy it. She was just taking care of Mira, she was helping, she loved helping. Fuck, she loved helping. Making Mira feel so good, pressing and rubbing at her hypersensitive body as her brain swam with the drugs she'd breathed into her lungs. Just for this moment Mira's whole being was hers and she was making sure that she was safe and utterly satisfied.
As Celine's speed ramped up, touch staying firm but not overwhelming, Mira's breathing turned more erratic, more strangled. She was getting close. Very close. And the temptation was there: to stop. To hear her whine again, and maybe beg if she still could and cry if she couldn't. It would be okay. It would all be okay because Celine would be there to make sure she was okay and she'd be satisfied in the end. But she couldn't. Sense managed to win out and Celine kept going, kept her rhythm steady, kept Mira's pleasure building because this was a trust she couldn't betray. Not now. Not like this.
When Mira finally came it barely made a sound. Instead Celine felt it rush through her in the shudders and spasms, the intensity of it robbing Mira of even formless exclamation in the end, leaving her with nothing but the pleasure coursing through her body again and again. No outlet for it, her only choice to feel it, feel it all, feel it hard.
"There you go", Celine cooed into Mira's ear with a satisfied smile, feeling an echo of Mira's pleasure pulsing through her too, her own breathing heavy. "That feels better, right? So much better. You're doing so well. So good." She didn't think Mira could actually hear her at that moment, but it felt good to say. It was true and deserved to be said.
She kept just a bit of circling pressure on Mira's clit as she rode out the rest of her orgasm, finally stilling, laying limp for several, laboured breaths before turning her head to tuck herself against Celine's neck. Celine chuckled a bit at the sweet and exhausted gesture, brushing her clean hand through Mira's hair just once, just as much as still holding the joint allowed. She raised it to her lips after and took one last, languid drag from it before this one too was spent.
Holding Mira's skirt up with the roach between her fingers, just to try and not get it too full of lubricant, she finally pulled her hand back out of Mira's underwear to the sound of one last, tired mewl from the girl. Before she could find something to wipe off with, clumsy fingers were closing around her wrist and pulling her hand towards Zoey's mouth.
Celine startled a bit, laughing once she realised what was happening, as soft lips closed around her fingers and a wet tongue lapped along them, slurping up the mess. Celine had noted earlier (neutrally, surely not curious as to the why at all) that it was cherry flavoured lube – safe to eat – so she didn't stop her. Her stomach flipped pleasantly as the girl sucked on each of her digits in turn, and made her toes curl as she licked broad strokes across her palm. While she did, she slowly sat up straighter on Celine and Mira's thighs, for easier access.
Intermittently her eyes would flick up to Celine's face, whether searching for something or just wanting to see her, Celine wasn't certain. In either case, she could feel her face having heated somewhat and she was smiling in the bit of haze too thick for even her to shake at this point, so she assumed Zoey was satisfied with what she saw. Eventually she returned to sucking the two slightly pruned fingers that had been inside Mira for so long.
"Tsk. Are you that hungry?", she asked at that point, struggling to keep a chiding tone to her voice. "Just grabbing me like that. Silly girl. I aught to punish you."
She could have sworn that time when Zoey looked up at her, there was even more desire in her eyes. And who was she to refuse her? Joint still in her hand, Celine reached over and gently pressed the smouldering roach to Zoey's collar bone. The girl tensed for a moment, a high-pitched moan sounding muffled around Celine's fingers as she shuddered. After a moment she kept licking, encouraged if anything. Celine tossed the bud aside, pleased at the mark it had left on Zoey's body. With the honmoon's help, Celine wasn't worried about it healing back to perfectly smooth skin by tomorrow, but for tonight she could enjoy the sight.
"Alright, enough now", she said, pressing down on Zoey's tongue. The girl gagged a bit, then moaned and Celine almost rolled her eyes at how: this girl just liked anything being done to her, didn't she? Was she so starved for attention? Or just so needy for care? Celine wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't sit right with her to deny her. She'd been so good, after all. "Fine", she relented with a huff, but smiling, because she just couldn't help herself. Instead of pulling her hand fully away she slid her fingers along Zoey's tongue instead, slowly beginning to fuck her mouth.
Zoey shuddered, her eyes fluttering as she let go of Celine's wrist, using that hand to steady herself instead as she let Celine use her, tongue shifting under, and lips closing around her. She moaned and hummed, vibrations tingling along Celine's fingers.
Celine tilted her head at her. "Do you need my help like Mira?", she finally asked, uncertain what Zoey's goal was, her desire – how to help.
"Mh-mh", Zoey made a noise of protest low in her throat, since shaking her head wasn't really an option. Loosening her lips just a bit she spoke awkwardly around Celine: "Jush oo."
"Just me?", Celine asked for confirmation with her eyebrows raised somewhat sceptically. Zoey hummed, nodding by pivoting around Celine's fingers. Celine couldn't help the fondness that swelled in her heart, the smile that spread on her face. She shook her head in exasperation. "Just me. Silly girl." Reaching out with her other hand she grabbed Zoey's arm, pulling her closer. "Come here."
She made Zoey rearrange, briefly getting her off their thighs to finally let Mira close her legs, which she did with a shudder, shifting a bit but staying curled against Celine. Zoey refused to let Celine's fingers out of her mouth, making the whole process a bit tedious, but finally she was sprawled prone against Celine's chest, head close to Mira so she could keep suckling on the hand that belonged to the arm wrapped around Mira's shoulders. Once everything was comfortable, Celine moved her fingers again, Zoey growing happily passive once more.
Drool eventually slipped from Zoey's lip and at first Celine wiped it away for her with a gentle: "So messy. It's okay, I've got you." The longer this went on for though, the more spit gathered, Zoey evidently having no problem with dehydration at all, and Celine stopped caring if it dripped down her chin. Zoey didn't seem to care either, utterly relaxed against her chest.
She kept fucking Zoey's mouth until it went slack and then a little longer after that. It was simple and oddly satisfying, to have her mouth like this, aimlessly, just because Zoey wanted it to be hers for a while. It was so pleasing to know it brought joy to Zoey and did not require very much thought at all, allowing her to drift on her high. Eventually her hand finally got tired and she gently freed her fingers from Zoey's mouth, shushing her and patting Zoey's head reassuringly as she whined at the loss.
On her other side, Mira was slack and breathing evenly with her eyes closed, and Celine had to wonder if she had dozed off already. "Mira?", she asked her quietly, tracing circles on her shoulder. Mira gave a brief hum of acknowledgement, proving she was conscious. "Sweet girl, how are you doing?"
"Sssooooo good", she slurred against Celine's shirt. "I'm… pudding. Jjjjust– hmmmmm." She shifted a bit, pressing closer before whispering: "Happy birthhhhday to meeee."
Celine chuckled at that, keeping her arm slung around her and holding her close. "And you, Zoey?", she asked next, laying her other arm around Zoey's shoulder. "Do you think you learned your lesson?"
"Definitely not", Zoey said slowly, Celine hearing the cheeky grin in her voice. "You should spank me." Her words were slurred too, probably not actually coherent.
"I don't think so", Celine said with her own smile, hand slipping lower and snapping once against the girl's butt just for the sake of it. Not too hard, but hard enough for Zoey to jerk against her in surprise with a brief cry of pain that almost instantly turned into a high-pitched moan. Such a pretty voice, Celine thought. "Clearly that's hardly a punishment."
Zoey whined, squirming in complaint for a moment before relenting. She was too relaxed to protest any more than that. Celine brushed her hand soothingly over her ass. How nice to get to touch her too, even if just through her shorts. Dimly, she knew she couldn't afford to let this go on much longer, but for now she allowed herself to enjoy it. That's why she liked weed. It was the only permission she'd ever been able to give herself.
Even so, she still knew she couldn't fall asleep like this. After a few more minutes, Celine began the slow and finicky process of extracting herself from the girls. Both of them grumbled, even as she told them that if they slept like this, they would each have all sorts of back-problems in the morning, herself especially. Sweet and silly things, they didn't seem to care, but that was why Celine was here. To make sure the right choices were made anyway. She tucked them properly into bed, lingering at the foot of it. She didn't feel like leaving, like going anywhere at all that wasn't here. Her eyes drifted across Mira's room, spotting the last un-smoked joint on the table and laughing.
"I think that's enough lessons for today", she said, mostly to herself, though Zoey stirred at the sound of her voice. Smiling down at her she added: "Or rather, you'll learn it when you wake up later. This is why we don't do drugs, girls."
Zoey laughed tiredly. "Fuuuck", she groaned, probably already fully aware how she was going to feel about all this once she was sober again. It wasn't a lesson she would forget any time soon.
It wasn't a lesson Celine would forget any time soon. None of them would. They had all… learned a lot, she thought.
She looked down at her girls, one silly, one sweet, feeling wistful, knowing she would miss them being like this. Maybe… no. She shouldn't. She couldn't. Just for tonight, she'd said, and there was a reason for that. A good reason, even if it escaped her at the moment. Still, she couldn't pry herself away from that bed, so she laid down across the end of it. Just to stay close, just to watch over them, she told herself. Keep them safe.
Celine had no idea how much time passed before she heard sounds coming from outside Mira's room. Footsteps, the last member of this family arriving home. Distantly, Celine thought that that should probably be her cue to leave but there wasn't any strength left in her limbs or will in her soul. She was so comfortable here, like this.
"Guys?", Rumi's voice sounded muffled from behind the door. The latch clicked open and a bit more light brightened the room as Rumi peered inside. "Anybody h–" She abruptly cut herself off as Mira, Zoey and Celine all raised their heads to squint at her.
"Rumi", Mira mumbled before letting her head drop again, smiling drowsily. "You're back."
"Hiiiii Rumi", Zoey sighed with her own grin, wiggling her fingers at her.
Heart briefly seizing with a familiar shame, Celine looked around the room to see what Rumi was seeing. They were all fully dressed and the room reeked of cannabis. Not ideal, but not the end of the world. Gaze returning to Rumi, Celine found her daughter glaring at her.
"Oh my god, Celine!", Rumi yelled at her. "You promised you'd quit!"
Celine groaned, trying to get her bearings, wiping a hand over her face. She had promised. She had quit, kind of. Mostly. This one wasn't her fault. She'd just been… helping. None of that actually left her mouth. It was too late for apologies. After looking at the three of them sprawled on the bed some more, throwing up her hands in exasperation when Celine didn't give her any response, Rumi surveyed the rest of the room, finally spotting the last joint on the table.
Stalking over she grabbed it, returning her glare to Celine. "I'm taking this!", she told her, like she was taking contraband from a child. Still, Celine could not argue.
Celine mourned her access to that last joint. She'd really have to ask Zoey who her dealer was. Or maybe she had to get her shit together and finally, actually quit like she kept promising Rumi. Keeping her in the dark and lying to her was bad, she knew that. And even if only Celine got caught with drugs, everything would be… well, fucked. It was hard to think about consequences right now though. That was a lesson Celine had yet to learn, one that resisted her because she did not know how to give this up, could never regret the high once she was back down from it. Down so low. Looking back at Mira and Zoey, she thought that despite the fact that she really, really should, she especially could not regret it today.
"Fuck all you guys!", Rumi shouted over her shoulder on her way back out, door slamming behind her.
And wasn't that idea just perfectly tempting?